Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Kyrgyzstan and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Neu! practice in a loft in Düsseldorf.
I was working on the guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Kool Moe Dee to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Brick. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MC5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kango’s Stein Massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Thee Headcoats,
The Shadows of Knight,
Swans,
Robert Görl,
David Axelrod,
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Steve Hackett,
Rhythm & Sound,
Don Cherry,
The Pop Group,
Royal Trux,
The Tremeloes,
Michelle Simonal,
The Remains,
One Last Wish,
The Buckinghams,
The United States of America,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sun Ra,
The Searchers,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
The J.B.'s,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Roy Ayers,
Ultra Naté,
Adolescents,
Negative Approach,
Henry Cow,
The Leaves,
New Order,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eurythmics,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camouflage,
Kool Moe Dee,
Television Personalities,
Gichy Dan,
Au Pairs,
The Music Machine,
Amazonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Zero Boys,
Dennis Brown,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rufus Thomas,
Bootsy Collins,
Siglo XX,
Skaos,
Barbara Tucker,
Arcadia,
Lindisfarne,
Technova,
Scratch Acid,
Matthew Halsall,
Ice-T,
Panda Bear,
Archie Shepp,
Smog,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.